January 10, 2025 – 3:42 PM
Diary of a Snowbound Visionary, Day 3 (Still Day 1)
Dear future generations,
After my harrowing return to basecamp (home), power was fully restored, and I resumed my mission: working like normal, fingers dancing across the keyboard while the outside world succumbed to the fury of nature. The snow, I assumed, continued to fall—but who has time to watch the slow erosion of civilization when there are emails to answer?
Hours passed. When I finally emerged from my subterranean office and approached the basement door, I was met with a revelation. Snow had indeed continued to fall. Small, dense flakes—the kind that mean business—had blanketed the ground and road. A little over an inch of wintry resolve now defies all tire treads and footsteps alike.
But wait… more news from the front. My noble side gig as a French Horn player in the Symphony has not been spared by the wrath of the storm. Out of an abundance of caution (and perhaps a desire to avoid slipping on icy sidewalks), today’s rehearsal for the epic movie presentation of The Empire Strikes Back—a story that begins on the frozen planet of Hoth—has been canceled. Even the bravest musicians will have to wait until tomorrow to play their part in galactic history. Overtime is now promised.
For now, the snow has stopped falling. Or has it merely paused, gathering its strength for a second act? I gaze at the clouds with suspicion. Every flake that lands may be plotting its next move.
Will the storm return? Will I ever see another loaf of bread? Only time—and more sarcastic weather alerts—will tell.
Until the next snowbound adventure, I remain vigilant. Stay warm, dear readers.
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